Semua Bab Submit To Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

KaterinaI'm a pile of needles. Each time I move, I feel my thoughts prickling me—not hard enough to draw blood, but still enough to remind me of my discomfort. I can't believe Mom is coming here. Settling on the cushion of my vanity, I run my brush through my hair. There are no tangles; I'm brushing it just to stay busy.Will she like it here? What should I say to her?What can I even say to her?Hi, Mom, you remember Sasha? Turns out he's a Bratva pakhan who killed a man the night before he showed up to buy our studio.Oh, and he's my husband now. But don't worry, it's just a temporary thing.God, she'll never forgive me if she hears any of that.My phone on the vanity begins to buzz, and I snatch it up, answering without looking. "Hello?""Katerina!" Fabiola shouts in my ear, and I have to hold the phone away while wincing in pain. "Oh my God! You're okay!""Yeah, of course, I'm okay." I guess she must have worried because we haven't spoken to each other in a while. "What's up?""W

KaterinaCringing down to my toes, I sheepishly follow her up the stairs, staring at nothing but my shoes with each step. If I don't, I'll lose focus and slip. I can hardly feel my limbs, and it's as if I'm a marionette being tugged along by the strings. One step in front of the other, I tell myself. It's the only thing I can do.I'm supposed to be leading her, but it feels like she's the one in charge now. At the top of the stairs, she stops moving. Gazing left, then right, she waits patiently for me to show her where we have to go next. Her eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away again before I succumb to her questioning gaze. It's good she isn't asking me to make casual chatter. My mouth is dry as sand, and I have the feeling that if I try to talk, all I'll be able to manage are a few choking sounds.I motion in the direction we need to go. When we pass my room, I'm tempted in a childish way to duck inside, lock the door, and hide.It wouldn't be the first time I rolled myself into

KaterinaElectricity dances across my body as Sasha sets every nerve ending alight, and I feel tingling everywhere—even inside my mouth, like I've licked a battery.But Sasha's not finished yet. His tongue continues to probe my walls, driving against them like a battering ram. He rubs it on my inner roof, over and over, not stopping until I feel myself rising like a feather tossed on the wind.And with one final guttural cry that seems to be dragged out of my throat, I come.I shatter in his hands and hold him against me as I ride out the waves of pleasure.Sasha doesn't fight—he doesn't even come up for air.As if he's happy to drown in my juices.When I finally return to Earth, shivering and trembling in the aftermath, Sasha finally releases me as he rises until he's hovering over me. His lips are glistening, and he slowly gives them a lick with his tongue, so as to not miss a single drop."You are the most delicious thing on this earth, ptichka."Blushing at his compliment, I reach

KaterinaDAYS LATERWithout Mila's phone number, my only way of contacting her is to wait for her to show up at the mansion. It would be faster and more reliable to ask someone for her info, or ask them to reach out to her for me. But it's risky. Everyone here works for Sasha, and I can't risk him finding out what I'm up to.He'd never approve.In the meantime, I'm forced to tiptoe around my mother. When we spot each other in the hallways, we go in opposite directions. Her meals are taken in private. I saw Masha delivering a tray to her last night. She gives me an apologetic nod whenever I catch them walking out of her room. It's no secret that my mother and I are at odds. Both of us are being as subtle as elephants.Mom doesn't want to be here, and I don't know how to be around her without prying into what she's hiding. But one thing is for sure. There's no question she knows something about Yevgeniy.Sasha isn't much easier to be near lately either. He stalks around, glaring at noth

KaterinaJealousy that I thought was reserved for Kristina washes up my spine. Hunching over a box, I dig through, barely looking at the details on the paperwork as I talk in a clipped tone. "He and you must be very close after all that time together."Mila snorts. The light bounces wildly off the walls. I glance up to see her covering her mouth with one arm, shaking enough that the phone is no longer being aimed."Katerina Koslov," her voice turns light and teasing. "Are you jealous?""I didn't say that!" But my argument is weak. I look away in shame. "But yes. I am. I mean ... You're the perfect woman for him. And you've been working for him since his previous wife died, so I just thought that ..."I can't bear to finish the sentence.Mila points the light directly in my face and I gasp at the brightness, shielding myself."Don't be an idiot," she says. "I never thought about him like that. Besides, Sasha is too much of a professional. He doesn't shit where he eats." Moving the ligh